I popped into the Thrifty shop, and blagged a Wax Jacket, and a pair of FREE rubber waterproof trousers. All for $15.00
It was a largish size , so I can get Hoodies, body warmers under the Jacket .... so I'm a happy Camper !
Winter draws near
- MikeDennison
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- Joined: Mon Jul 30, 2018 7:18 pm
Ah yes...winter is definitely on approach. Thankfully in this area of New England, autumns are generally long and wonderful. My favorite season!
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- Kevin Keith
- Grand Poobah
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- Joined: Sun Apr 22, 2018 3:59 pm
- Location: Texas
Here is how the week is shaping up in Fort Worth (Thank heaven!):
FJB
Vote Trump 2024!
Vote Trump 2024!
You can have it.Kevin Keith wrote: ↑Sat Oct 10, 2020 9:29 am Here is how the week is shaping up in Fort Worth (Thank heaven!):
The Troll Whisperer
- Kevin Keith
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- Location: Texas
I'd take it Jan to Dec!Bruyere_Royale wrote: ↑Sat Oct 10, 2020 11:07 amYou can have it.Kevin Keith wrote: ↑Sat Oct 10, 2020 9:29 am Here is how the week is shaping up in Fort Worth (Thank heaven!):
FJB
Vote Trump 2024!
Vote Trump 2024!
Yeah, that's too hot for me.. I had to leave Florida because of the weather.Kevin Keith wrote: ↑Sat Oct 10, 2020 11:09 amI'd take it Jan to Dec!Bruyere_Royale wrote: ↑Sat Oct 10, 2020 11:07 amYou can have it.Kevin Keith wrote: ↑Sat Oct 10, 2020 9:29 am Here is how the week is shaping up in Fort Worth (Thank heaven!):
The Troll Whisperer
Cycles
by Try Cob
(a sestina)
When Old Man Winter finally takes up his oaken cane and - limping - leaves,
then showered Spring arrives to bless the furrowed plots this season to be cultured.
Time repeats its old familiar cycle of rebirth in sounds of music
wafting through the natural terrain, a symphony so sweetly soothing.
Farmers stand to arch their backs, then stoop once more, each one to work his garden.
Nature's Plan responds to spheres and orbs so far beyond - and this world's turning.
This restoration thus rejuvenates our orchestra's desire of cultured
tones heard from their violin concertos floating in the night in soothing
melody beneath the hallowed stars and constellations slowly turning.
Man remains encumbered by his work and death when cursed in Eden's Garden.
Play the instruments in sad refrain, my friend, lamenting thus in music
days of dire regret when we return to dust for burial beneath the leaves.
If perchance on some great day I walk through heaven's gate, will it be soothing?
Will I find myself upon a highway golden walking through a verdant garden?
Opening the Book of Life to find my name inscribed upon its leaves?
Angelic beings may perhaps sing hallelujah as their kingdom music
then pervades the drifting clouds beyond a silent Earth no longer turning.
Some believe, some call it myth and think disciples simply are not cultured.
As Spring departs and showers fade the sun beats heavily upon the garden.
Nature then conspires to feed the world by growing its own style of music
in conjunction with the planted vegetation farms have grown and cultured.
Fruit erupts for harvesting from soil the workers recently were turning.
One tired young farmer staring in the ebbing daylight turns and slowly leaves
his ripened fields and trudges homeward for the pillow he finds soothing.
Harvest-time is done and Season changes once again its chosen music.
Autumn frost and shivered night arrive to mark this time with thoughts now turning
to fairs and football, and fires upon a hearth - the glow of embers soothing.
Old rusty colors of the fall are windblown yellows, reds and browning leaves.
A time to sow, a time to reap, a time to rest the ground they cultured;
farmers know these changing times so well, as those must know who seek to garden.
The Iceman cometh then to freeze the ground and blow its snowstorms southward turning.
Barren landscapes meet the eye with woods of twisted limbs devoid of leaves,
and gently sloping swells of snow are all that now reveal the holy garden.
No sign of all the work and sweat now mark the site where vegetables were cultured.
Humans sit by fires and nap or read the books they find completely soothing;
silence in the night now found in homes across this land becomes their music.
Families once farmed these lands from sea to shining sea, each working its own cultured garden,
and finding in this work a measured grace to harmonize with Nature's soothing music,
paced in time and rhythm by the planet, sun and moon, and by the forest's ever-turning leaves.
by Try Cob
(a sestina)
When Old Man Winter finally takes up his oaken cane and - limping - leaves,
then showered Spring arrives to bless the furrowed plots this season to be cultured.
Time repeats its old familiar cycle of rebirth in sounds of music
wafting through the natural terrain, a symphony so sweetly soothing.
Farmers stand to arch their backs, then stoop once more, each one to work his garden.
Nature's Plan responds to spheres and orbs so far beyond - and this world's turning.
This restoration thus rejuvenates our orchestra's desire of cultured
tones heard from their violin concertos floating in the night in soothing
melody beneath the hallowed stars and constellations slowly turning.
Man remains encumbered by his work and death when cursed in Eden's Garden.
Play the instruments in sad refrain, my friend, lamenting thus in music
days of dire regret when we return to dust for burial beneath the leaves.
If perchance on some great day I walk through heaven's gate, will it be soothing?
Will I find myself upon a highway golden walking through a verdant garden?
Opening the Book of Life to find my name inscribed upon its leaves?
Angelic beings may perhaps sing hallelujah as their kingdom music
then pervades the drifting clouds beyond a silent Earth no longer turning.
Some believe, some call it myth and think disciples simply are not cultured.
As Spring departs and showers fade the sun beats heavily upon the garden.
Nature then conspires to feed the world by growing its own style of music
in conjunction with the planted vegetation farms have grown and cultured.
Fruit erupts for harvesting from soil the workers recently were turning.
One tired young farmer staring in the ebbing daylight turns and slowly leaves
his ripened fields and trudges homeward for the pillow he finds soothing.
Harvest-time is done and Season changes once again its chosen music.
Autumn frost and shivered night arrive to mark this time with thoughts now turning
to fairs and football, and fires upon a hearth - the glow of embers soothing.
Old rusty colors of the fall are windblown yellows, reds and browning leaves.
A time to sow, a time to reap, a time to rest the ground they cultured;
farmers know these changing times so well, as those must know who seek to garden.
The Iceman cometh then to freeze the ground and blow its snowstorms southward turning.
Barren landscapes meet the eye with woods of twisted limbs devoid of leaves,
and gently sloping swells of snow are all that now reveal the holy garden.
No sign of all the work and sweat now mark the site where vegetables were cultured.
Humans sit by fires and nap or read the books they find completely soothing;
silence in the night now found in homes across this land becomes their music.
Families once farmed these lands from sea to shining sea, each working its own cultured garden,
and finding in this work a measured grace to harmonize with Nature's soothing music,
paced in time and rhythm by the planet, sun and moon, and by the forest's ever-turning leaves.
Forget the past for it no more holds sway;
forget the future once you thought so bright.
forget the future once you thought so bright.
- Ruffinogold
- The Mayor
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- Joined: Sun Apr 22, 2018 4:48 pm
- Location: Mineral Bluff , Georgia
It got warmer here with the rain. When the temps drop a bit im gonna pop a tin of Germain 1820 ... im quite psyched
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